creative writing · Mental health feelings

Far away


far away

This whole routine is getting old. I’m sorry but it’s time someone told you. I know I sound like a bit of a dickhead but I can’t hold my tongue anymore. You go everyday, to the place where he left us, the top of the cliffs with that stupid crazy paving making steps to the edge, I don’t know why they haven’t closed it off yet. You stand right where he stood, looking at that murderous churning sea, that meets the churning clouds, a soup of never-ending grey. I know you miss him, you miss our family but I’m still here and I need you too. You’re too far away now, you’ve almost joined him.

Come back to us, come back to the living.


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